Tangled Hearts: A Menage Collection

by Various

  She wiggled her way down the length of his body until her mouth was hovering over his member. Grasping his dick she lazily began stroking him, lifting her gaze from his member to meet his eyes. Hunger flared up in his blue eyes, causing another stir between her legs.

  Ducking her head, she lashed out her tongue and flicked at one of his balls. His body tensed and he inhaled sharply, his fingers slipping into her hair and grasping the back of her head. Her tongue lashed out at the second ball and was rewarded with another groan. Smiling, she softly sucked one ball into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue. His entire body vibrated and his fingers fisted into her hair, as she released the first ball to suck in the second.

  “Very good. Oh, very good,” he growled.

  She released his ball and grinned, looking back up at him. “So better than in Vegas?” She didn’t wait for a reply, which ended up being a groaning sound, but ran the tip of her tongue along the side of his shaft and then circled the head before sucking it onto her mouth and toying with the slit.

  “So incredible, Ginny.”

  Grasping the base of his shaft in her hand she began to stroke the base while her mouth moved up and down on him, her tongue circling and teasing with each up and down motion. It didn’t take long before he was bucking up into her mouth, the head of his cock slamming against the back of her throat with each thrust.

  She moaned around his cock and he groaned with her, the vibrations of her moans taking him to another level of desire. She could feel his cock thickening as his balls tightened in her mouth. He was going to cum and she welcome it, quickening her pace, and tightening her grasp on the base of his dick.

  Unlike in Vegas he didn’t verbally warn her before a forceful stream of his cum came rushing into her mouth as she swallowed him down. Once the last spurt of his seed left his shaft, she licked him clean before releasing him and looked up to meet his gaze.

  His blue eyes turned incredibly dark, sending a shiver through her. Pushing her back, he got off the sofa and stood. Grabbing her hand he pulled her up with him. Without warning his mouth came crashing down on hers and her mind went blank as the feelings of pleasure came rushing through her.

  As they became slaves to their desires for each other their clothing was removed in a blur as he urged her toward the bedroom. But they didn’t make it. Her panties were the last article of clothing to be removed between them, just as they reached the entrance to the kitchen.

  “Change in plans,” he announced, looking into the kitchen and smiling.

  “Huh?” She glanced into the room wondering what he had in mind. She didn’t have much time to ponder; grabbing her thighs, he hoisted her up onto his hips and walked with her into the kitchen and set her onto the countertop next to the fridge.

  “Don’t move.”

  Genevieve trembled. It was cooler in the kitchen than the rest of the house and her nipples immediately tightened in response to the chill. She watched him open the fridge, fumble inside and when he emerged he was holding strawberries and whipped cream in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

  “We’re having a snack?” she asked, giving him a timid smile, as she placed her hands on the counter behind her and leaned back.

  Smiling, Graham gave her a wink and set the berries and whipped cream on the countertop beside her then took a second to open the bottle of white wine. “Oh yeah.” Placing the opened bottle of wine on the counter, he grabbed the whipped cream can and shook it before popping off the top. Pointing the nozzle toward her left nipple, he sprayed a small dollop onto it, covering the peak. She inhaled sharply, the cool whip teasing her hard nipple. He added another dollop onto her other nipple and then stepped back, inspecting his handiwork.

  “You had better be cleaning that up mister.”

  “I indeed to.” He leaned down and his tongue lashed out swiping the cream from her nipple, then took it into his mouth a second time nipping lightly and sending a jolt of pleasure through her. Kissing his way across her chest he repeated the process with the second nipple.

  Coating her nipples a second time, he removed a strawberry from the box and swiped the end of the berry in the cream and held it to her mouth. She hesitated a moment before taking a bite from the sweet, succulent fruit.

  He dipped a second berry into the cream on her second nipple, ate the berry and then covered his lips with hers. His lips and tongue were sweet and delicious as their kiss deepened, their tongues dancing.

  She was so engrossed in the pleasure of his lips and tongue that she didn’t notice him picking up the can until she felt the cool cream covering her mound. She broke the kiss with a squeal. She tried to close her legs, but his body in front of her refused to allow it.

  “Oh my God, it’s cold,” she protested, laughing.

  “Mmmm. Then let me warm you.” Pulling her to the edge of the counter, he crouched and licked the length of her, gathering up the whipped cream as he went.

  The cool quickly turned to warmth as his tongue removed the cream from her mound. She groaned, closing her eyes and allowing her head to fall back, moaning softly. As soon as the coolness was removed and she sighed, she was jolted back to alertness by a cold liquid being poured over her mound.

  She inhaled sharply and looked down to see him part her soft folds and lick up the length of her slit, lapping up the wine that coated her mound. The heat of his tongue in combination with the coolness was thrilling, making her pussy clench in need. She wiggled against his mouth and tongue, willing him to thrust his tongue into her needy core. But he denied her.

  Once her mound was clean of the wine and cream, Graham straightened; the intensity in his gaze sent a chill of anticipation through her. She glanced down between them and another surge of need rushed through her seeing his shaft, full and ready to take her.

  Slipping a hand behind her head, his lips met hers as he lined himself up with her entrance. With one hard, fast thrust he embedded himself deep into her. Her entire body vibrated and her fingers clawed at the granite underneath her as he began to move within her and with each thrust the head of his shaft stroked her inner wall.

  She whimpered and moaned against his lips and exploring tongue. Each inward thrust pushed her closer to the edge. Pulling her lips from his she began kissing and nipping her way down the side of his neck, enjoying the sound of his low, feral groans with each thrust.

  “So good. I’ve been dreaming of this,” she gasped., Wrapping her legs around his waist she began moving with him as she gripped his shoulders, her fingernails digging into the muscular flesh and leaving deep crescent shapes. Their movements became more frantic as they both came barrelling toward their respective orgasms.

  “Me too baby.” His shaft moved in and out of her with such grace and determination, glistening with her juices with each outward thrust.

  The coil of desire within her tightened, causing her belly to ache from anticipation as she reached the brink. She nipped at the side of his neck again and groaned. She was almost there – so close. Clutching to him as tight as she could her pussy erupted around his dick, a wave of relief washing over her, making her cry out.

  “Oh Jesus Ginny.” His pace became frantic slamming into her, not giving her a moment to bask in her orgasm and sending her rapidly on the way to another.

  “Harder. Oh God harder!” she screamed. She could feel him preparing to unleash inside of her and she desperately wanted to come with him. She leaned back again and caught his gaze as she moved with him, meeting his speed and intensity, watching as his cock hammered into her.

  Slipping her fingers to her mound she began working her clit and found herself at the edge in seconds, preparing, waiting for him. Just when she thought she couldn’t take another moment and would have to come once more without him, he slammed into her so hard that it moved her back on the counter an inch and with a low growl-like groan he released.

  The feel of his cum filling her sent her over the edge once more and her cries joined his groans as their fluids c
ombined and mixed within her around his rapidly depleting cock.

  “Oh sweet damn baby.” His body relaxed as he lowered his lips to hers, kissing her tenderly.

  As their tongues duelled and her heart rate slowly went back to normal all that she could think was that she was easily the luckiest woman alive to be given such an incredible man.

  Chapter 15

  Genevieve turned the corner and onto Graham’s street with a wide smile on her face as she imagined Graham’s expression when he came home after working the overnight shift to see her in his bed, giftwrapped and waiting for him. She’d been up most of the night she’d been so excited about the day. Today was their one-month anniversary and they had plans for the evening so there was no way he’d be expecting her there. She’d even decided to keep the store closed for the day so she could devote it to pampering him. It seemed like he was always the one going above and beyond to make her happy, she wanted to return the favour. The fact that it was a surprise made it even more exciting.

  As his house drew closer she was slightly disappointed to see his car was in the driveway; she’d really been hoping to make it to his place before he did. She knew where his “hidden” key was and suspected he wouldn’t be upset in the least with her showing up and letting herself in.

  Ahhh well, it’s still a surprise, she supposed and her smile returned, but quickly faded to see there was a car parked on the other side of his. She knew some of his friends – the ones who mattered and could possibly arrive at such an early hour anyhow – and didn’t recall them having a small blue Fiat. Maybe it was a neighbour who needed the parking spot?

  Deciding to park on the side of the road, she slowed and parked in front of his house. Getting out of the car, she popped the trunk and gathered the bags of food and Frederick’s of Hollywood bag. She knew he was going to go insane when he saw her wearing what was in the bag. Closing the trunk, she made her way up his driveway and placed the bags on the doorstep. She turned and was going to retrieve the key he kept hidden under a big rock behind the garbage bin when the sound of the front door opening had her freezing in the spot.

  Well, shit. I guess this means Plan B of sneaking in and waking him up with a blow job and a hot lunch on the table when he wakes in the afternoon is out of the question now. Talk about bad timing!

  “Can I help you?”

  Genevieve’s entire world stopped at the sound of a female voice behind her coming from the house. Don’t jump to any conclusions, she coached herself as she slowly turned to come face to face with a tall leggy blonde woman, barefoot and only wearing a black satin negligee that was so short if the woman bent the neighbours would be given a show. The other woman was insanely beautiful.

  “Can I help you?” the blonde asked again, planting a hand on her hip, her blue eyes narrowing as she scanned Genevieve.

  “Who are you?”

  The blonde pasted a smile on her lips and stepped out onto the porch, extending her hand to Genevieve. “I’m Emma. Graham’s wife.”

  Again, the world seemed to stop moving as she looked down at the other woman’s perfectly French manicured hand waiting for her to accept the handshake.

  “His wife?” This had to be some mistake. It had to be. “Graham isn’t married.”

  The other woman’s smile turned to a smirk as she dropped her hand. “Sorry to disappoint. Not sure what he told you, but I’m very much a part of his life.”

  “Then why haven’t I seen you before?” She and Graham spent virtually every free minute together, there was no way he was cheating – he couldn’t. When would he have the time?

  But you also thought he working last night, that’s why you stayed home. What if all those double shifts he was putting in were all a cover-up so he could keep both relationships going? a voice in the back of her mind warned.

  Her mouth went dry and her stomach did a flip flop. She feared she was going to be sick. It felt like the past was coming back to relive itself.

  The blonde shrugged. “I’ve been around. We had a little spat before he went to Vegas, but I promise you, we’ve resolved our issues.” The blonde grabbed the Frederick’s bag and passed it to her along with the grocery bag. “I don’t know who you are, but you’re not welcome here any longer. I assume you were a distraction until we got things worked out. They’re worked out now.”

  The blonde woman spun around and started to make her way back into the house. Dropping the bags to the ground, Genevieve followed behind the woman, stopping her from closing the door.

  “I want to speak to him.”

  The smirk returned to Emma’s lips. “Honey. He’s sleeping, we had an exhausting night. Do yourself a favour and don’t embarrass yourself more. Take your skank ass home.” Without another word the other woman slammed the door in Genevieve’s astonished face.

  This can’t be happening, not again. She felt the tears welling up in her eyes. Not again, Graham was supposed to be different. But how else could she explain Emma nearly naked answering the door? Graham’s car was in the yard so he was home. Gathering the bags of groceries and the Frederick’s bag from the ground, with a hollow heart, Genevieve made her way back to her car.

  When she reached the car, she considered turning back and demanding to go in and speak to him face to face, refusing to leave until that happened. Hear it from his mouth. But what good would it do, really? All that would be accomplished would be her embarrassing herself further.

  “Fuck him,” she growled to herself, “fuck him and fuck Alex and fuck every man in this motherfucking world.” Her friends were right, no-attachment sex and you don’t get disappointed. There’s no point in giving a man your heart, all they did was tear it in two and throw it back at you. Fuck them all!

  ~*~*~*~*~

  ~ Dane ~

  “I’m coming, I’m coming,” Dane shouted, rubbing his eyes as he made his way downstairs and to the front door. “I swear to God, if it’s someone peddling some bullshit magazine or preaching the Goddamned gospel there’ll be hell to pay.”

  The previous night had been hell, the streets seemed to be crazy. Every insane and unstable person seemed to be out and the calls never stopped. It had been a long time since he’d been so exhausted. He glanced at the clock mounted on the wall next to the door. 6am. He’d gotten less than an hour’s sleep.

  “This is bullshit,” he grumbled, unlocking the door and pulling it open.

  His hazy state immediately cleared at the sight of Genevieve on his doorstep. She was fighting back tears and the feelings he’d had for her before she chose his brother came rushing back to him and it tore at him to see her hurting. He’d spend the past couple of weeks telling himself she was just another girl to him, but he knew he was lying to himself.

  Quickly he stepped aside and motioned for her to enter.

  “Oh Dane!” She threw herself into his arms, burying her face against his neck. “I didn’t know where to go, or who to talk to.”

  He held her tight to him, stroking her dark hair and basking in the sweet smell of her shampoo. She felt so good in his arms, regardless of the reason she was there. He wasn’t sure what it had been about her that had gotten under his skin, but she had and despite making up with his brother, he still couldn’t bring himself to go see his brother when he knew she’d be there. He knew now why he kept himself at a distance, he didn’t want to allow himself to be in a position to be hurt.

  “What’s going on?”

  “It’s G-Graham…” The floodgates opened up and sobs overtook her, her petite body trembling with each sob. “Why does it keep happening? Why? First Alex and him?” She pulled back to look him in the eye, her green eyes red and brimming with a new set of tears. “What’s wrong with me?”

  Dane frowned. What in the hell did Graham do to her? He was scared to ask and bring about another round of tears and sobs.

  “Not a thing, you’re incredible, Ginny.” He pulled her back into his arms and kissed her temple. “Come on and sit for a minute. Do you want some w
ater, coffee?”

  “No… I don’t know. I just…” She sniffed and raked her hand through her hair.

  Closing the door, he led her into the living room and sat down on the sofa, pulling her down with him. She sniffed as she sat and cuddled into him, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face into his bare chest.

  “Do you want to talk about it? What happened?”

  She shook her head and clung tighter to him. He was dying of curiosity, he had no idea what Graham could have possibly done. He let her go so she wouldn’t be hurt, because he thought she had a better chance with Graham. Graham was the faithful one who wanted a commitment. It made no sense.

  Could he have been wrong? Should he have fought harder to win her affections? Graham hadn’t said a word about them breaking up or her being upset with him, although they still weren’t on the best of terms with each other.

  “Can you just hold me for now?” She looked up, pain etched in her face. “Just for a bit.”

  He touched the side of her face, swiping at the tear that was making its way down her cheek with his thumb. “Of course. Take all the time you need.” Grabbing a throw pillow he arranged it and laid back, pulling her down with him so she was stretched out next to him, snuggling the top of her head under his chin.

  Why in the hell did I let Graham have her? She felt so good and right in his arms. He didn’t say a word to her, just waited. Her sniffs slowed and stopped, replaced by soft snores. With a sigh and too tired to remain awake any longer and seeing no point in it, Dane closed his eyes and decided to go back to the sleep she’d interrupted. There’d be time to get to the bottom of things when she woke.

  ~*~*~*~*~

  ~ Graham ~

  “Thanks a lot, man.” Graham gave his partner Officer Mooney a nod as he exited the car and stepped onto the sidewalk in front of his house. They’d attended a football game before their shift so it made more sense just to carpool rather than take separate cars to the game and then to work since their shifts were at the same time. They didn’t carpool often, but in cases like this it made sense.